The corners of her mouth turn in a soft smile as she watches his hands work the fabric around her throat, eyes sparking at him when he's finished.

"Daresay that's the truth, though I wouldn't be surprised if'n you're just using that as an excuse to get your fingers close again," she taunts, hiding her wicked smirk as she follows his lead out.

"I know what you mean," she comments softly, stopping once they've reached the feeding station, lifting her bucket and filling the trough evenly. "Had a nice conversation with Captain Kirk 'bout that very subject, last night. By his age, they will know such things..."

She trails off, shaking her head and shuddering in a sudden, cool wind.

"Can't even wrap my mind around the thought some of those things exist."